Sit beside the breakfast table
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Think about your troubles
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Pour yourself a cup of tea
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And think about the bubbles
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You could take your teardrops
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And drop them in a teacup
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Take them down to the riverside
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And throw them over the side
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To be swept up by a current
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And taken to the ocean
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To be eaten by some fishes
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Who were eaten by some fishes
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And swallowed by a whale
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Who grew so old, he decomposed
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He died and left his body
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To the bottom of the ocean
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Now everybody knows
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That when a body decomposes
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The basic elements
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Are given back to the ocean
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And the sea does what it ought'a
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And soon there's salty water
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(Not too good for drinking)
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'Cause it tastes just like a teardrop
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(So we run it through a filter)
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And it comes out from the faucet
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(And pours into a teapot)
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Which is just about to bubble
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Now
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Think about your troubles
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Think About Your Troubles
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| Harry Nilsson |
